My top ten Irish bucket list, where I'd go before I die - PHOTOS

So suppose you were told the clock was running out and it was time for your last great journey before heading West forever?

Here’s my top ten spots in Ireland I would want to visit on my bucket list.

I’m not saying I’d die happy, but I’d come close!

Can you share yours?

1. A drive around Slea Head on the West Kerry peninsula, watch the majestic Atlantic unfold in all its majesty, the Blasket Islands sparkling in the distance and drive back in time to a timeless landscape

2. A stroll down Grafton Street in Dublin on a Saturday morning as the shoppers mingle and the musicians play and the great street theater unfolds. A cup of coffee and an Irish breakfast in Bewley’s makes the day

3. Eyre Square in Galway during Galway races week as the Western city comes alive with gamblers, chancers, singers, poets, Galway hookers and every kind of humanity in town, for the biggest festival in the land.

4. Croke Park Dublin on All Ireland hurling final day. Watch the world’s most ancient game which was played by CuChulainn, according to the Irish sagas. The modern warriors are fast, fit, and fleet, and would give even the mythical CuChulainn a run.

5. The Hill of Tara in Meath. Seat of the Irish high kings, where history reaches out and touches the present. Imagine the massive banquets, coronations, love affairs, and wars that were hatched and carried out here

6. Glendalough, in the Wicklow Hills, where the ancient monks came to pray, be solitary, and fast. Solitary it was and is, a great stillness and beauty.

7. W.B. Yeats grave, Drumcliff graveyard, Sligo. Traffic pass by. Here is the resting place of perhaps the world’s greatest poet and a place to savor the silence and the plain but magnificent epitaph “Cast a cold eye on life, on death, Horsemen pass by”

8. Glens of Antrim -- Far north of Belfast a beautiful unspoilt and untrod landscape, forgotten during the Troubles, now being rediscovered all over again

9. Beal Na mBlath, the Mouth of the Flowers, a few miles outside Cork City where the great Michael Collins fell and Irish history changed forever. What might have been begins here.